Truly Canadian….

Happy Canada Day ALL!! Joyeuse FETE du Canada!

When people ask me where I’m from I have a difficult time answering. Eventually, I say Canada. Born in Vancouver, brought up in Banff and PEI, schooled in London, Ontario, and Quebec City (La Ville de Quebec) (et, oui.. je parle le Francais!), lived in Frederiction, Ottawa, Montreal. Worked in Banff, Vancouver, and theatrically toured all the Western provinces.

I feel Canadian.

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My first road trip across the country was with… Continue reading “Truly Canadian….”

“Promise”, synonym: “lie”….

For those who read this blog, I have begun another blog dedicated to senior care, and issues that have a senior theme. There is just so much out there that wants to be addressed and stories to be shared.

Today’s post brings back the reoccurring theme of the “new” Riverview Manor in Montague, PEI and the unfulfilled promises by their government:

“Spring is sprung, the grass is riz, I wonder where the…. government iz?” Here we go again. It’s called the Montague Riverview Manor Waiting game. The rules go like this:

  1. Make a promise.
  2. Get people excited and feeling cared for.
  3. Get others advocating for your promise. “No, no! It’s real, this time!”
  4. Make a gesture that is called “tender”.
  5. Hold breath for a few months.
  6. Give a good excuse or don’t even say anything.
  7. Repeat.”

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Women… taking the stage

It’s International Women’s Day March 8th, 2017.

I’m not going to go on about all the rights, movements, motions, marches, liberation, suppression, equality, love, violence, hate, bigotry, motherhood, sisterhood, beauty, nurturing, bold gestures, going back in time, empowerment, daughters, peace, activism….

Many are addressing these issues. And, well… I guess I sort of am. A tiny bit.

We women still have a long way to go to gain our place in this world. But… I believe our inner mother nature is sliding around quietly influencing, more than ever. And, we need it urgently.  In the past three days, Continue reading “Women… taking the stage”

Gardening… therapeutic art

My first garden was in the back yard of our Banff house in a little dark corner with black earth. My first plant, a strawberry plant. Our neighbours’ fence was high above, blocking my sun, but dripping gooseberries that I guiltily snuck from time to time. When my first strawberry emerged, albeit tiny, I was excited. My Mom had the main garden that produced peas, and, I’m sure a lot more, but I only remember peas.

Our PEI vegetable garden was massive as we had… Continue reading “Gardening… therapeutic art”

A bridge back to the arts…

The last few posts have been distinctly more political and heated. I had felt a strong need to write about something that impassioned me. The state of a group of seniors’ situation in a place in which I’m deeply familiar. That story hasn’t ended. And, I will keep a strong eye on it until it does. And, other stories related to seniors. (I have many up my sleeve)

But. For now… Continue reading “A bridge back to the arts…”